Page 36 of The Rogues

My hand goes to Jamie’s thigh, squeezing and kneading in a way that causes my mate to hum happily.

“You’re blocking us out,” I say to him, my voice low.

“We don’t like when you don’t let us in,” Cyrus adds on his other side. “We’re here for everything. The good, the bad.”

“It’s just hard to think about,” Jamie says, hanging his head. “It’s easier to just pretend.”

“I think it’s time we took you out of your head then, Beta,” Cyrus murmurs, his voice deep and sultry, dominating. “How about we get out the rope?”

I feel a spike of arousal through the bond with Jamie as his body jerks up, his spine steel straight. His eyes gloss over as he looks at our prime, the suggestion already taking effect. “Please, Alpha.”

“Meet me in your room,” he tells us before getting up and heading to his own. I pick up Jamie, who lets out a surprised squeal as I lug him over my shoulder. He laughs as I stroll toward our room.

Since Jamie and I are out to the public, we’re often given the same room to cut back costs. I don’t have any complaints about it, because I love falling asleep with my beta, feeling him safe in my arms. It also means—more times than not—we have the biggest bed in the suite.

I toss him onto it and joy spills free from his lips as he lands. I climb on top, my mouth going right to his before he can say anything. He melts into me, his hands going to my clothes as he forces me to strip them off. I do the same with him, and then we’re making out, our hands running over every sliver of skin we can. Jamie takes advantage of it, wanting to use his hands as much as he can until we force them behind his back and take his autonomy away.

Jamie loves being restrained. It doesn’t matter the outlet; it could be anything. Handcuffs, bondage tape, leashes, spreader bars, but his favorite will always be rope. One time we played around with zip-ties in a fake kidnapping scenario. It was extremely hot, but the zip-ties irritated Jamie’s skin so Cyrus put a stop to us ever doing it again. Although, every once in a while, Jamie will bring up the idea of doing it again, because he also has a bit of a marking kink.

Now that one I can satisfy to no end.

I’m sucking the skin on his chest when I hear the door open and a new wave of Cyrus’s chocolate scent floods in. He is already ramped up, his pupils dilated, his alpha staring right at me as he undoes the rope in his hand at the side of the bed.

“Kneel,” he barks at Jamie, who moves, happy to comply as he gets up and kneels on the floor in front of the bed, his hands moving to his back as he prepares for the rope. Cyrus moves behind him, focusing on the restraints while I take pleasure in their patience.

I stand up, positioning myself in front of Jamie. He eyes the bulge in my boxers and his scent floods out around us.

“Fuck, J,” I tell him, my thumb softly touching his chin. “Do you want my cock, baby?”

He nods, his eyes glossing over as he waits for me. I strip myself of the last item of clothing and nearly lose it at the way my beta looks at me. He is patient, but he licks his lips, his desperation apparent through his orchid scent. I step forward just as Cyrus starts to move the ropes around Jamie, taking his time.

“I love when you’re at our mercy,” Cyrus whispers, his fingers working deliberately, making sure everything is the right length and in the right place so our mate can be safely restrained.

I can barely take in the scene of Cyrus moving the ropes, because the second Jamie is enveloping my cock, everything goes dark. I throw my head back, my eyes fluttering shut from the glorious, wet warmth of his mouth. When his tongue flicks over my piercing below the head, I hiss in a breath.

Fuck. I never get tired of him doing that.

I know Jamie can smell how heightened my campfire scent is getting by the fervour he is putting into his movements. His lips touch my knot every time he moves downward, making me absolutely feral. My fingers move into his hair, controlling the movements so this isn’t over before it begins.

Although that is futile once I start thrusting into his mouth and setting my own pace, completely losing myself in the process.

“Stay still for me,” Cyrus murmurs, and Jamie tenses, letting me use his body while our prime does everything properly. It’s so much at once, and I can see how much it’s helping Jamie. His eyes flick up to mine, eyelids fluttering shut as he lets me use him just the way he needs.

“I’m going to come,” I grit out. “Fuck, I’m going to come right down your dirty throat, J.”

Jamie moans, loving the sound of that, and the vibration from it sends the energy right down my spine and through my cock. I come with a rough groan, thrusting into his mouth with a little more vigour as I spill inside him, the moment sending me into a state of pure blackout glory.

I pull back before I can get any idea of living in his mouth—because believe me, I would—and wipe some of my cum from the side of his mouth where it escaped. “My pretty beta.”

He preens, and I notice the ropes are now secure and in place, wrapping around his chest and securing his hands behind his back.

“Do you feel okay?” Cyrus checks in with Jamie. “Are they too tight?”

“They feel good,” Jamie responds with faraway eyes as he starts to feel the familiar itch of losing control.

“And what’s your safe word?”

Jamie is breathless as he barely gets out, “Chocolate.”